perpetual
o no te has leído a russo
a russo?
claro...
nûstras controversias pareceran tan raras
a las edades futuras
komo las del pasado nos lu parecen a nosotras
jacinto, esta agarra a su na lăcura
la deuta se va disparar
i no va ver gobierno capat de combatir el déficit presupuestario
i los franceses che nos i tan invadiendo
a eso no los combatimos
i dale con la invasión
and da le con la invasión, qesto ne es una invasión
qesto se na rencilla eventual
tensiones normales entre vecinos che se aprecian
the sacrifices you made and they're justgnely knowing to be paid.
And all I want is that you think this treadmill,
from a critical point of view.
It's been thought about with the butt to the sterilizer,
you fire.
嘿, imma 시고.
Two weeks ago there was a summary of the last session of the courts.
The deputies.
Well, the senators won.
No one saw any and af terrified to die in spanish,
so leave me off that piece of shit to be fårafuse
a lumpy shit.
manter co ndy g
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is the mass communication era.
The press has transformed our way of understanding the world.
Information flows.
And what used to be a palace secret, today it is filtered and gets to thousands of people in the whole world.
By the way, information is power.
The only thing they do next to cursed words is fill us with the Spanish of foreign words.
Voila!
You're looking for me, José Miguel.
But you don't see it. The language purée doesn't make any sense today.
The languages are contaminated. The orthographic norms change.
We live in a globalized world.
It is the case of the empire, of the state itself, as a community of political representation.
You are very dumb today, eh?
Ask.
Why do we fight, Jacinto?
What unites us?
Religion, constitution, to have a voice in the old Europe?
The influence in America?
The bourbons.
But do you think that within 200 years it will continue to see bourbons in Spain?
Within 200 years we will be talking about completely different things.
Russian or Jacinto? Russian?
Russian.
I hope you could be as clear as me, brother.
This is not for war.
Nor for the gavachos, nor for the Tuarzebotas of Cadiz.
Nor for the bourbon that God confuses.
And I see it as clear as you, brother.
This is because of that book.
The Ezequiel, the bourbon.
What are you insinuating?
You are removing that from my head.
You know perfectly well what I'm talking about.
The Ezequiel has put you in something more than French ideas in your head.
And you know it, mother?
I don't think so.
Are you going to give up to go with him?
I shit in the singing of my son.
Where is he?
He has crossed Bayona.
Bayona?
I swear that I thought it would be a passenger affair.
An affair?
We live times of a lot of selfishness.
I don't regret anything.
I don't regret anything.
I paid, I didn't pay.
I don't forget.
Je me houdis pasé
